¹ Trubite u trubu na Sionu! Dižite uzbunu na svetoj mi gori! Neka svi stanovnici zemlje dršću, jer dolazi Jahvin dan. Da, on je blizu.

² Dan pun mraka i tmine, Dan oblačan i crn. K'o zora po gorama se prostire narod jak i mnogobrojan, kakva ne bje nikad prije, niti će ga igda biti do vremena najdaljih.

³ Pred njim oganj proždire, za njim plamen guta. Zemlja je k'o vrt rajski pred njim, a za njim pustinja tužna. Ništa mu ne umiče.

⁴ Nalik su na konje, jure poput konjanika.

⁵ Buče kao bojna kola, po gorskim vrhuncima skaču, pucketaju k'o plamen ognjeni kad strnjiku proždire, kao vojska jaka u bojnome redu.

⁶ Pred njima narodi dršću i svako lice problijedi.

⁷ Skaču k'o junaci, k'o ratnici se na zidove penju. Svaki ide pravo naprijed, ne odstupa od svog puta.

⁸ Ne tiskaju jedan drugog, već svak' ide svojom stazom. Padaju od strijela ne kidajuć' redova.

⁹ Na grad navaljuju, na zidine skaču, penju se na kuće i kroz okna ulaze poput lupeža.

¹⁰ Pred njima se zemlja trese, nebo podrhtava, sunce, mjesec mrčaju, zvijezdama se trne sjaj.

¹¹ I Jahve glas svoj šalje pred vojsku svoju. I odista, tabor mu je silno velik, zapovijedi njegove moćan izvršitelj. Da, velik je Jahvin dan i vrlo strašan. Tko će ga podnijeti?

¹² "Al' i sada - riječ je Jahvina - vratite se k meni svim srcem svojim posteć', plačuć' i kukajuć'."

¹³ Razderite srca, a ne halje svoje! Vratite se Jahvi, Bogu svome, jer on je nježnost sama i milosrđe, spor na ljutnju, a bogat dobrotom, on se nad zlom ražali.

¹⁴ Tko zna neće li se opet ražaliti, neće li blagoslov ostaviti za sobom! Prinose i ljevanice Jahvi, Bogu našemu!

¹⁵ Trubite u trubu na Sionu! Sveti post naredite, oglasite zbor svečani,

¹⁶ narod saberite, posvetite zbor. Saberite starce, sakupite djecu, čak i nejač na prsima. Neka ženik iziđe iz svadbene sobe a nevjesta iz odaje.

¹⁷ Između trijema i žrtvenika neka tuže svećenici, sluge Jahvine. Neka mole: "Smiluj se, Jahve, svojem narodu! Ne prepusti baštine svoje sramoti, poruzi naroda. Zašto da se kaže među narodima: Gdje im je Bog?"

¹⁸ Tad Jahve, ljubomoran na zemlju svoju, smilova se svom narodu.

¹⁹ Odgovori Jahve svojem narodu: "Šaljem vam, evo, žita, vina i ulja da se njime nasitite. Nikad više neću pustiti da budete na sramotu narodima.

²⁰ Protjerat ću Sjevernjaka od vas daleko, odagnat ga u zemlju suhu i pustu, prethodnicu u Istočno more, zalaznicu u Zapadno more. Dići će se njegov smrad, dizat će se trulež njegova." (Jer učini stvari velike.)

²¹ O zemljo, ne boj se! Budi sretna, raduj se, jer Jahve učini djela velika.

²² Zvijeri poljske, ne bojte se; pašnjaci u pustinji opet se zelene, voćke daju rod, smokva i loza nose izobila.

²³ Sinovi sionski, radujte se, u Jahvi se veselite, svojem Bogu; jer vam daje kišu jesensku u pravoj mjeri, izli na vas kišu, jesensku i proljetnu kišu kao nekoć.

²⁴ Gumna će biti puna žita, kace će se prelijevati od vina i ulja.

²⁵ "Nadoknadit ću vam godine koje izjedoše skakavac, gusjenica, ljupilac i šaška, silna vojska moja što je poslah na vas."

²⁶ Jest ćete izobila, jest ćete do sita, slavit ćete ime Jahve, svojeg Boga, koji je s vama čudesno postupao. ("Moj se narod neće postidjeti nikad više.")

²⁷ "Znat ćete da sam posred Izraela, da sam ja Jahve, vaš Bog, i nitko više. Moj se narod neće postidjeti nikad više."

¹² Gospod, Jahve nad Vojskama, pozivaše vas u dan onaj da plačete i tugujete, da obrijete glave i pripašete kostrijet.

¹ The Word of Yahweh that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.

² Hear this, you elders, And listen, all you inhabitants of the land. Has this ever happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers?

³ Tell your children about it, and have your children Tell their children, and their children, another generation.

⁴ What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten. What the great locust has left, the grasshopper has eaten. What the grasshopper has left, the caterpillar has eaten.

⁵ Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.

⁶ For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.

⁷ He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.

⁸ Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!

⁹ The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from Yahweh's house. The priests, Yahweh's ministers, mourn.

¹⁰ The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.

¹¹ Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.

¹² The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has withered away from the sons of men.

¹³ Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.

¹⁴ Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders, and all the inhabitants of the land, to the house of Yahweh, your God, and cry to Yahweh.

¹⁵ Alas for the day! For the day of Yahweh is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.

¹⁶ Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness from the house of our God?

¹⁷ The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.

¹⁸ How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

¹⁹ Yahweh, I cry to you, For the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.

²⁰ Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water brooks have dried up, And the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.